| This Could Be Love |
| I've got a book of matches i've got a can of kerosene i've got some bright ideas involving you and me i dont blame you for walking away i'd do the same if i saw me i shat the bed and laid there in it thinking of you wide awake for days and i found you tongue tied in my twisted little brain you couldn't crack a smile i didn't catch your name i don't blame you for walking away i'd do the same if i saw me i swear it's not contageous in four short steps we can erase this step one: slit my throat step two: play in my blood step three: cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house step four: stop off at edgebrook creek and rinse those crimson hands you took me hostage and made your demands i couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers one by one i'm like a broken record i've got a needle scratching me it injects the poison of alcohol i.v. i don't blame you for walking away i'd do the same if i saw me i swear it's not contageous step one: slit my throat step two: play in my blood step three: cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house step four: stop at lake michigan and rinse those crimson hands you took me hostage and made your demands i couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers one by one this could be love (love for fire) this could be love (love for fire) this could be love (love for fire) this could be love for fire forevermore step one: slit my throat step two: play in my blood step three: cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house step four: stop at berkeley marina and rinse those crimson hands you took me hostage and made your demands i couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers one by one |